My mind and soul arise, to face this strife,
The past within us rekindles life.
The future calls, with steps to take,
Overcoming obstacles, for love's own sake.
Our broken hearts begin to heal,
As we seek what fate can reveal.
My friends' desires, they do give,
Her mountains, made flat, she dares to live.
The games she plays, so few and rare,
Time wasted in moments of despair.
Her strength, unclaimed, yet vast as seas,
The Lord will guide us, make us three.
In words of success, we built our trust,
In simple vows, yet now unjust.
Now in separate worlds, we stand apart,
The bitter truth stings, tearing the heart.
The sacred doom, once clean and pure,
They never share a room, love's allure.
...the sacred cleansed doom they never share a room oh man im really drawn to ur writting! !
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The future to set a step, Overturn this obstacle Our heart breaks heal Rachel Ann Butler